Lord Ye's fondness for dragons
One day, this matter was heard by the true dragon in the heavens. The dragon felt it necessary to let this person, who was obsessed with dragons, witness its true form, so it swished its tail and descended to the mortal realm. The dragon found the residence of Ye Gong, spread its body wide, and presented its entire form before Ye Gong.
Well, this was also written during my high school days as a literary youth
In an instant, Ye Gong was conquered by this creature. This being, which embodies beauty and soars above the heavens, is it not just like himself, living in the mortal world? Ye Gong admired them, loved them, and became deeply immersed in the world of dragons, unable to extricate himself. Ultimately, he announced to everyone: he would depict the most authentic image of a dragon so that all could pay their respects.
Thus, Ye Gong began his work. He decided to envision a different image of a dragon each day. He first created some combinations of animals, taking the head of one animal and the body of another, thereby inventing various dragons, such as a lion-headed wolf, a bear-bodied tiger, or an eagle-winged leopard. These experiments did not satisfy Ye Gong, as they were far from the true image of a dragon, yet he still depicted them one by one on the walls of his home. Later, he imagined that dragons were actually creatures living in the ocean, so he painted tsunamis in the form of a divine king, claiming that this was also a type of dragon. He also believed that dragons might be a kind of plant, controlling the world through an extensive network of roots beneath the ground, with their main body standing deep in the extreme western desert. Thus, an ancient tree, embodying the characteristics of all the great trees in the world, appeared at Ye Gong's bedside. Dragons could also be a synonym for the sun, stars, or the light of the far north. Ye Gong even thought that a dragon might actually be a certain person, silently following the crowd into his home, smiling as he admired his own appearance in the human world. All these ideas were vividly depicted by him on the walls, columns, and screens, as well as on the bronze mirrors. Ye Gong was surrounded by the dragons he had created.
There was a young nobleman named Ye Gong who inherited a vast fortune. He was the most handsome and intelligent of his time. By the age of eighteen, Ye Gong felt that there was nothing in the world that could attract his interest for exploration. Like all the geniuses in the world, he spent another ten years searching for a pursuit that could engage all his energy, wisdom, and imagination—hetushu.com. During this time, he, of course, achieved nothing—until he heard about the "Dragon." The mysterious and noble dragon, which no one had ever seen or heard of, was said to be thousands of miles away, yet it seemed to be right behind people. He spent another ten years searching for a pursuit that could engage all his energy, wisdom, and imagination—hetushu.com. During this time, he, of course, achieved nothing—until he heard about the "Dragon." The mysterious and noble dragon, which no one had ever seen or heard of, was said to be thousands of miles away, yet it seemed to be right behind people. The dragon creates all things and is capable of anything.
In the presence of this true dragon, Ye Gong felt ashamed as he realized that his so-called dragons were merely products of his delusional imagination, grotesque deformities, and that his work held no value whatsoever. Moreover, since this image was already so vivid and striking, so real and clear, what further need was there for imagination?
Ye Gong finally saw the true form of the dragon clearly—he trembled as he observed the dragon's genuine claws, true whiskers, real teeth, and authentic scales. He discerned every detail of the dragon, and this image was deeply etched in his mind, forever indelible
Under the majestic radiance of the true dragon, the imagined dragons painted by Lord Ye gradually faded and disappeared, the walls became mottled, and between the frightening crevices, weeds thrived. The dragon could only take on this one form; imagination had already perished. Lord Ye felt that life had lost its meaning, and he cried out: "My dragon, my dragon!" His heart shattered and he died.
At that time, the world was shrouded in darkness, with chaos reigning in the winds, clouds, and thunder. A great power moved among all things, controlling everything, and was referred to as "Dragon"
"Lord Ye's Love for Dragons"